I met him through the candlestick man
Relaying messages everyday through the hard marble
Everyday at the same time, I came to him
Sitting outside his cold chamber door
Anxious to hear what he had to say next
I talked to him for a good four years
Through his chamber door
Yet, we was never allowed to see each other
Only our emotions were our visuals
Tears, laughter and pain was our only way
Yet, we couldn't seem to break the doors down
To touch just one time
Making promises we couldn't keep, everyday
Till one day I met a key maker
I sold everything I had to him
Just to get a key to open his door one time
To catch one glimpse of what was on the other side
To maybe embrace the man on the other side
I shook to put the key in the door, my heart grew weak
The first glimpse of a handsome man, he was
He wouldn't speak to me, but hid his face
Books covered his room, many many books
His words all these years, didn't come from him
They came from books, words that had enlightened me
The man buried his head in shame
All these years using me, abusing me
Why don't I feel so hurt?
Do I still have feelings for him?
Do I have feelings for his words?
He won't acknowledge me now?
Is he ashamed?
embarrassed?
He only turns his head and places it in another book
I left the room with my head hanging down
Not another word we spoke after that
I shouldn't have bought the key
Curiosity killed the cat and me
Maybe it's better this way?
Did I love this man?
Maybe I loved only his words?
Still to this day
I sit next to his door and hear him reading his books
Quietly without him knowing
Listening to his voice
Wishing he would have spoken to me
Just once in his own words
Instead of someone else's fairy tale
But I will always hold the key to his door
6/22/99
Posted by Hanna on June 23, 1999: "Curiosity killed the cat" is such a spiffy saying, Mad props to you for using it in your poem. I like this a bunch. It's almost prose-like, but still really good =)
Posted by ruse on June 23, 1999: lee, i know you don't think so, but I think this is your best one yet. Dark and Dusky like an old worn out book. I can smell this one.
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